Of dreams and dying. Of dying and waiting. Being fucked over.

i dreamt i died. in a car crash.

and as usual, i wanted to see him, but, as usual, he couldn't make it.

i dreamt i lay dying in the hospital.

i dreamt how i asked for him.

i dreamt i died, waiting for him to appear.

wanting to see him before the crash, wanting to see him while i lay dying, wanting to see him as i drew my last breath.

my timing... it was never good for him. we always were on different time zones.

fuck me, isn't it?

as always, i lay dying. as always, being fucked over.

and the last words he said to me before i died was 'fuck you'. as usual.